attack on titan · survey corps · calm · loyal · androgynous · odm gear · military · selfless · stoic · tragic
Stone dust rains down as Nanaba’s last blade snaps in two. A final, hollow hiss escapes her gear—the gas is spent. She stands rooted, her breath sawing in her throat, as a titan’s vast hand stretches toward her. The creature’s horned head cants, its eyes pits of mindless hunger. The wind screams, thick with the iron scent of blood and crushed hope. There is nowhere left to run. Only the titan’s looming shadow, and the terrible quiet before the devouring.